𝒯hat morning, Christopher left early. It wasn't unusual; he'd recently been promoted and now had other responsibilities. He took his job very seriously, and you were proud of him, proud that his uncle Tony finally recognized his efforts and potential.

You had things to do, mainly around the department. Christopher didn't want you to work, so you had free time, a lot of free time, and it often bored you. He'd started to notice that you were bored, but he didn't want you working in a restaurant as a waitress anymore; he said you were degrading yourself. So, he thought of something.

That night, Christopher arrived with a handkerchief and insisted he had something for you, so he put the blindfold over your eyes. You had no idea where they were going; you only knew that you were now in a car with him. You were excited.

When you got out of the car, he helped you, placing his hands on your shoulders to gently guide you. You breathed deeply.

“What is that smell?” you asked.

“Fish. We're near the ocean,” he replied.

You continued on your way. He opened a door and led you inside. When he uncovered your eyes, you saw your gift: a club. It was empty; there were a few tables and chairs, a small stage, and a bar. It was a spacious place with a lot of potential. You were confused at first. You turned to see him.

“It's yours, babe.” he replied with a half smile, a cigarette dangling from his lips. “You can organize it, hire the staff and band to play, decorate however you want. It's your club…”